Beneath

I felt his shoulder beneath his shirt

As he appeared before me

And as he pleasured me

I could feel his shoulder

Beneath his shirt

Pleasures

First times

Butterflies

Flying

Swimming

Touching

Kissing

Hungarian dancing (in Hungary)

Those moments

When our lips meet again

And we care about nothing

But pleasures

I sold myself

For moments of temporal joy

Pleasure was my gain

Only then

To languish in my pain

Our guilty pleasure
Lingers long enough to savor
You and me alone
Together